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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.