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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Smog,
the Association,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.