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 Iraq and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.