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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the techno 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.