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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.