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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.