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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.