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 Fiji and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.