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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.