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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.