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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Woodstock and Seoul.
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 guitar 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.