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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Franke,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
UT,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.