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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 The Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.