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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.