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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
MC5,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.