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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
AZ,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.