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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Ultravox,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.