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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.