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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.