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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.