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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
MC5,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.