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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Crime,
X-101,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
the Association,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.