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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.