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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.