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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.