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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Searchers to the disco 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.