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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.