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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.