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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.