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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.