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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Skaos,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.