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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.