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 Palau and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.