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 Dominica 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.