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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.