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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 guitar 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.