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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.