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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.