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 Japan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
cv313,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.