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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.