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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.