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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.