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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.