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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Khruangbin to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.