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 Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.