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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.