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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.