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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Scion,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.