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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Echospace,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Monks,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.