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 United States and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.