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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.