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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Television,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.