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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
the Association,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.