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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Neil Young to the jazz 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.