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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.