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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 UT to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.