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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.