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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
MC5,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.