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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.