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 Chad and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.