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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Trojans to the funk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
June Days,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.