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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels 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?
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.