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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.