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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Echospace,
ABC,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.