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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.