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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 the Swans to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science 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?
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.