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 Latvia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.