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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.