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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Slick Rick 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.