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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.