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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Henry Cow to the jazz 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.