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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
June Days,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.