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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.