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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.