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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.