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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.