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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.