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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.