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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.