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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Cure to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.