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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Faraquet to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.