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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Cramps to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.