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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
The Move,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.