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 Japan and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
UT,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.