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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.