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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.