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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.