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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.