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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.