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 East Timor 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.