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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.