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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.