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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.