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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.