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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.