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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.