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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.