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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.