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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.