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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.