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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Slave,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.