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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Nico,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.