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 Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.