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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yaz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.