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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.