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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the rap 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Franke,
Scion,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.