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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Alarm Clocks 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.