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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.