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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.