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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Crime,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.