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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
ABC,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Scion,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.