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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Section 25 to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.