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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.