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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.