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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Nico,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
The Wake,
Smog,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.