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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.