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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.