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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.