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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.