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 Iceland 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.