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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
The Index,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.