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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.