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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.