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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.