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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Ossler,
The Index,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.