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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.