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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the grime 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.