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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.