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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Agitation Free to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Faust,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.