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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.