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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.