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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.