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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.