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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.