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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Saints to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.