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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Japan,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.