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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.