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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.