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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Standells 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.