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 Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.