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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.