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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.