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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.