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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.