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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Chrome to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.