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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Skriet,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.