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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.