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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.