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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.