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 Austria 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.