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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 marimba 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.