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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.