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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.