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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.