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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.