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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
June Days,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.