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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.