Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.