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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.