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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.