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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.