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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.