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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.