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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.