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 Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.