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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.