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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Deakin,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.