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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Can,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.