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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Hashim,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
UT,
Symarip,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.