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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.