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 Turkey 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.