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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Nas,
X-102,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.