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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.