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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.