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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.