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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.