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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.