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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.