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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.