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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.