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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.