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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.