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 Iran 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Wings,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.