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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.