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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.