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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.