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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.