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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.