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 Benin and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Nas,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.