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 Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.