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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.