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 Morocco 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.