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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.