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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.