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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gun Club 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.