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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.