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 Norway 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.