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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.