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 Haiti 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.