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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.