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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.