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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
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.