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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.