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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sound to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.