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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.