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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.