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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.