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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Busters 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.