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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.