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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.