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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Das Ding 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.