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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.