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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Index,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.