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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Gong,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.