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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.