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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.