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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.