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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.