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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.