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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lyon and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.