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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Niagra,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.