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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.