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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.