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 Slovakia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.