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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.