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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.