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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.