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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.