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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.