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 Malta and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.