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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Carl Craig to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.