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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.