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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.