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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.