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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Nas,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.