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 Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the funk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
The Index,
Section 25,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.