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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Camouflage,
UT,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.