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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Organ,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.