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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.