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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 The Doors to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Japan,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.