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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.