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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.