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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
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Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.