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 Solomon Islands 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.