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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.