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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Lakeside to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.