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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.