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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.