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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
CMW,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
UT,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.