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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.