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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.