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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Nico,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.