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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee 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?
JFA,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.