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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Franke,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.