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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.