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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.