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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.