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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.