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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.