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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.