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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.