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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.