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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
The Sound,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.