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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 the Germs to the grime 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Visage,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.