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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.