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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.