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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.