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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.