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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.