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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.