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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.