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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the dance 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Last Poets,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.