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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Franke,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.