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 Iceland and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.