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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.