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 Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 linndrum 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
X-101,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.