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 Argentina and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.