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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.