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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.