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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.