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 Maldives 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.