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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.