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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.