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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.