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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.