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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.