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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
cv313,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.