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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.