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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.