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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Dead C to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.