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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.