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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
The Index,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
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.