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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.