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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.