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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.