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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Kayak 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 techno 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
DNA,
This Heat,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Scientists,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.