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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.