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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.