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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.