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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.