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 China and from London.
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 Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
DNA,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Technova,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Monks,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.