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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dave Clark Five 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Gong,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.