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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.