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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.