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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.