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 Zimbabwe 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.