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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Index,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.