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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Organ,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.