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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.