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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.