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 Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas 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?
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
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.