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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.