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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.