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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.