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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.