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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Skriet to the techno 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.