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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.