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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.