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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.