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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Index,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.