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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.