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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.