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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Symarip,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.