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 Serbia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.