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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.