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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.