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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.