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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.