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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.