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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.