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 Mongolia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.