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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.