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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Smog,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.