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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.