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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.