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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.