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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Searchers to the grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
The Move,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.