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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Skriet to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.