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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Technova,
Wire,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.