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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.