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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
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Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.