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 Argentina 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave 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?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.