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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fire Engines to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Mars,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.