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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.