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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.