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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.