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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Wire,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.