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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.