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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.