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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.