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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.