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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.