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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.