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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.