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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
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.