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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.