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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Mars,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.