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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo 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?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.