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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Nas,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Index,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.