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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.