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 Bahrain 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.