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 Lesotho and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.