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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.