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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 Seoul and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.