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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.