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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.