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 Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.