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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.