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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.