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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.