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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.