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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.