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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
UT,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.