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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.