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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.