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 Tunisia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Suburban Knight 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.