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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.