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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 MC5 to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.