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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Busters to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.