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 East Timor 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.