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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.