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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.