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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.