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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.