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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.