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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Happenings to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.