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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.