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 Jordan 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.