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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.