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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.