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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
cv313,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.