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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
10cc,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.