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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.