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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.