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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.