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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Scion,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.