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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.