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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.