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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.