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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Fear,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
UT,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
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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.