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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.