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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.