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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.