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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.