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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.