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 Uganda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Harry Pussy to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.