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 Fiji 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.