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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.