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 Japan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.