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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.