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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.