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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.