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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.