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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.