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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.