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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.