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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.