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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Q65,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.