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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.