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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.