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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Motions to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.