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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.