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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.