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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Television,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.