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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
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,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.