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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.