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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.