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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.