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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.