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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.