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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.