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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.