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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 MC5 to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.