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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.