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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ronnie Foster 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.