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 Benin 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.