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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.