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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.