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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.