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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
The Index,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.