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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Can,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.