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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.