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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.