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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Index,
Ponytail,
Wings,
John Cale,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.