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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.