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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.