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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 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 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.