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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.