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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.