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 Papua New Guinea 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.