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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.