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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.