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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.