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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.