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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.