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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.