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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.