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 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.