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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
the Association,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.