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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.