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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.