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 Portugal 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
The Index,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.