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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.