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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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.