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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Monks,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.