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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.