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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.