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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
The Fall,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.