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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Wings,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.