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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.