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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Television,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.