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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.