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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.