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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Fear,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.