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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.