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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.