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 Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gories to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.