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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.