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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.