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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.