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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Scion,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.