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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Magma,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.