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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.