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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Cameo,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.