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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.