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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.