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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.