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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.