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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Can,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.