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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.