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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.