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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.