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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.