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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.