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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.