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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.