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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.