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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.