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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.