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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.