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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.