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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.