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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.