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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Pole to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.