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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.