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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.