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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.