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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.