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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.