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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Sheep to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.