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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.