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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Make Up,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.